Poem

The soundscape represents how messy my thoughts can be, words can't even be heard clearly at times and sometimes the perception of time is
warped. I recited a poem I wrote:

"my head explodes
with super glue
i stick with the floor
but i'd bruise my knees a million times
and try to get up
again and again
even if it takes me 5 years
to learn how to walk to you."

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